The Leander Family were renowned expert in language and literature in Rivendell and Cornell was the youngest professor of language and literature in Rivendell.
Five years ago, he came to my father, Edward Wijnbergen, with a handwritten book, asking him to invest in Brainwave Academy.
My father praised him highly and specially introduced him to me.
I fell in love with him at first sight, then in order to be close to him, I insisted on learning literature from him.
He was so angry that he pointed at me and yelled. "Stupid, no talent!"
I smirked and said, "Then you can be my boyfriend, we can complement each other perfectly."
He glanced at Margot who was writing with her head down, then suddenly held my hand and chuckled to himself. "Okay."
I jumped up and hugged him with joy, completely ignoring Margot rushing out and his instantly stiff arms.
Now, I understood, the one in his heart had always been Margot.
No wonder later he refused to teach me literature and even refused to let me step into his study.
My heart felt uneasy and I was about to turn around and leave, but I remembered my mother's hand-sewed quilt. I couldn't throw it away.